What It Is Lyrics - Catatonia

It's what's not there that makes 

What's there what it is 

It's what's not there that makes 

What's there what it is... 

Seems like we're quite 

In demand 

More faint praise 

Well I'll be damned 

Ship's run aground on the rocks 

Not all that unorthodox... 

It's what's not there that makes 

What's there what it is... 

Fate cuts her cloth 

Ragged mean 

You miss the ceremony 

He sleeps, she wakes 

Then she tires 

Leave us to our frying pan 

And fires... 

It's what's not there that makes 

What's there what it is...